there is a deep and rich blankness. Perhaps, void is the word? And yes, the void can be any color you imagine. This latitude of color is similar to a poem and the hue of its words. Salads adhere to this principle, too. Just ask an eggplant. Or a purple cauliflower. Or the red cabbage.
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ReplyDeleteHow about pancakes by golly?
We would not wonder where that all came from
At that time it was all butter and syrup anyway
You should not inquire every minute I want to say
But ...
Then again why not if not exhausted by questions
Where else does inquiry have to go?